Part 4 (2/2)

Brent wanted to shake his friend for not ensuring Sandra knew the basic tenets of the lifestyle. ”Sandra, the sub willingly gifts a Dom with trust to take care of him or her, s.e.xually and emotionally. The sub gains even more pleasure by giving the Dom pleasure. I try never to forget that.” He saw her interest sharpen and knew she hadn't had such an experience in her own D/s relations.h.i.+p. He wondered if she'd ever even attended a munch or gone through any sub training. He'd call Mason at the earliest opportunity and find out the details.

His inner Dom burned to be the one to train Sandra as a sub...his sub. Not only to show her what pleased him, and find out what pleased her, but to introduce her to the idea and practice of true power exchange-which was the beauty of such relations.h.i.+ps.

”Could we try it?”

Her softly spoken question sent a spiral of searing heat through Brent's body, finally settling in his c.o.c.k. He had to forcefully remind himself that she hadn't heard his thoughts so couldn't be referring to letting him introduce her to being his sub. ”What would you like to try?” He wanted to make very sure he didn't misunderstand what she was asking for.

She nodded down at the scene playing out in front of them. ”The violet wand. Could we try it so I can see what it's like? I feel safe with you, Master Brent. Like I can try out new things without being scared you'll push me too far.”

Her last few words wobbled, and it cut him to the heart to know that some son of a b.i.t.c.h had mistreated her. The urge to protect her shoved aside the knowledge that he shouldn't be doing this right now before she'd set her limits, signed her members.h.i.+p agreement, met all the Doms, and willingly chosen one or more to play with.

She just specifically asked to play with you, his traitorous body reminded him.

So despite his better judgment he found himself nodding. ”I do have one up here if you'd like to try it.”

She cast one more glance at the man below, who was now being slowly lowered to the ground by his Domme and lovingly caressed and kissed.

”Wow. I've never seen that outside of aftercare.”

She turned to watch him with interest sparking in her expressive gray eyes, and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching for her.

”Most Doms and subs have quite a close, caring relations.h.i.+p. Play is intended to be pleasurable for both parties. That's the point.”

She nodded but still looked as if she didn't quite believe him. Silence fell between them for a long moment until she tipped her head to the side and pinned him with a suddenly strong gaze. ”Well?”

Confused, he frowned as he tried to puzzle out what she was asking. ”Well, what, my dear?” He wasn't sure where the endearment had come from, but it felt right, and when she didn't react, he relaxed.

”Are we going to try out the violet wand?”

Brent laughed. This new Sandra continued to surprise him, and he loved it. His previous reservations melted away, and he rose to go to the large drawer where he kept toys and supplies in case he needed them.

He had to dig to the bottom of the drawer since he didn't use the violet wand often, but he finally found it. He set the case holding the attachments and other accessories aside and brought the wand to Sandra so she could examine it. As she did, he made sure he knew where anything metal or conductive was and glanced at Sandra's clothes as well.

”It doesn't look like much.” She grasped the nine-inch wand and stroked it like she would a hard c.o.c.k, and Brent's b.a.l.l.s tightened as he vividly imagined her stroking him that way.

He took the power cord and snaked it over to the sidewall where the outlet was before returning to the sectional to sit beside Sandra. Before he could show her how to use the wand, she had it turned on and was testing the sensations against her palm, the spark jumping from the electrode to her skin.

After a few long moments she moaned softly. ”I can see how this might feel good on more sensitive body parts once you get used to it.”

”Lift your s.h.i.+rt and try it on your stomach, unless you want to try your inner thighs. I know lots of subs enjoy that on the lower settings, although there are a few who enjoy the highest settings as well.” A vivid memory of intense, lush tingles flowed along his inner thighs and he s.h.i.+vered, antic.i.p.ation of introducing Sandra to some new pleasure burning inside him.

”It's very much up to personal preference. But I find if you give it a few minutes to let your body get used to it, most of the settings can become quite pleasurable.”

She started to lift her s.h.i.+rt and then handed the wand to him.

Arousal stabbed deep into his pelvis and he sucked in a breath.

”I'd like you to show me, if you don't mind.” Her voice was soft but husky with desire, her eyes clear, her gaze steady and sure.

Brent hesitated, all the reasons why he shouldn't do this yet playing out inside his mind.

A sudden look of impatience crossed her features and she pursed her lips before speaking. ”I know we haven't discussed limits yet, but to be quite honest, I don't know a lot of mine, except hard pain, and I'm very shy of being hit or slapped, especially on the face or neck.” She looked embarra.s.sed at the admission, but she raised her chin and met his gaze squarely. ”I've given you permission, and I'll 'yellow' or 'red' if I need to, so unless you don't want to, and you'd rather I go down to the dungeon floor to find someone else to-”

He cut her off by laying one finger over her lips.

The thought of her playing with any of the other Doms tied him into hard knots of jealousy and possessiveness.

”Fair enough,” he finally conceded, happy his voice came out sounding calm and cool. ”I'll be happy to show you as much or as little as you want. It can be used on most patches of bare skin, usually avoiding areas that are much too sensitive to that type of stimulation.” He turned to face her.

”Why don't you pull up your top to bare your stomach, lean back, and get comfortable?”

Instead, Sandra leaned forward, pulled her top off, and tossed it on the floor at her feet.

Brent had to s.h.i.+ft in his seat to find a more comfortable position for his suddenly harder c.o.c.k. He forced himself to breathe normally as he raked his gaze over her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the gauzy thin cups of the bra she wore showing wide pinkish areolas and hard nipples.

With effort he lowered his gaze to her smooth, white stomach, where he would start showing her the effects of the wand.

”Master Brent?”

He snapped his gaze to hers, feeling for a moment like that long-ago high school boy who had been caught staring at the most popular girl in school. ”Yes?”

”When you look at me like that you seem so familiar.” Her expression seemed wistful, as if she were trying to solve a puzzle. ”So I'm sorry if you catch me looking at you a bit too long sometimes. It just feels like I've known you forever. But you're definitely not someone I would forget if we'd met before.”

Brent's throat worked as he swallowed the sudden lump there. ”I feel very comfortable with you as well, Sandra.” He mentally kicked himself for not having told her who he was outright. It just wasn't the right time to tell her. Even if it was for the partially selfish reason that stretched before him. He cleared his throat and gently pressed her back against the sectional before taking both her wrists in one hand and pulling them over her head. He wished he could use restraints on her, but it was too soon.

”You'll be better able to absorb the sensations if you're less tempted to touch the area.”

She nodded, trust s.h.i.+ning in her eyes as she relaxed her arms back onto the top of the sectional just behind her head.

”All right. Close your eyes and relax. I'll start it on the lowest setting and let you get used to it.”

- Sandra stretched out her legs, letting herself relax boneless against the very comfortable sectional. Master Brent's presence beside her burned over her skin, and she couldn't see the wand being any more erotic than that.

But when the first tingling rush hit the sensitive skin of her stomach she flinched, and a noise like a small squeak escaped. She glanced down, fascinated as the spark of energy jumped from the tip of the electrode onto her stomach, then sped out over her skin and down along her nerves.

”Relax and breathe. Allow your body to get used to it. I'll give you a minute to collect yourself.”

His words were a strong command. The command of a Dom. She smiled as she obeyed and forced her body to relax as she blew out a long breath. When the sensation came again she still flinched, but found after a few seconds that she was able to keep her muscles from jerking and tightening and concentrate on what it felt like before it stopped again, abruptly.

The sensation was almost a lush tingling, and it ran along her nerves to pool in every erogenous zone in her body. After several more zaps, she wanted to come so bad she could scream.

But Master Brent's voice told her to relax and wait for the next higher intensity, so she did just that.

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